“Seein’ as my baby’s in the business he’s in, I don’t normal y like cops, but this time, I’m makin’ an exception.” I felt a hand curve around the back of my neck and I tilted my head to look up. Eddie bent low and his mouth touched mine, my happy bel y curl went into overdrive and then he straightened and took in Indy and Daisy.
“Ladies,” he said.
I introduced Daisy, she put her hand in his and said, straight out, “Sugar Bunch, you are fine.” Eddie smiled but didn’t say anything. What could you say?
His eyes turned to me. “We’ve got an errand to run,” he reminded me (like I’d forget).
I got up and waved to the girls.
“I’l cal you later,” Indy said, giving me a look.
I nodded to Indy and Eddie steered me out of the room. It took a lot of steering, I had a serious buzz on.
When I wandered into him, Eddie looked down at me and his hand at my back slid around my side and he pul ed me to him but kept walking.
“You drunk?” he asked, sounding amused.
“Maybe just a little bit,” I admitted, “I think I should have stopped at the third martini.”
We’d cleared the bar and were standing by Eddie’s truck, parked at the curb. He pushed me into it with a hand at my bel y and got close.
“So, you’re saying you didn’t stop at the third martini?” I shook my head.
“And you’re maybe just a little bit drunk?” I nodded my head.
He got in closer.
“Boring, my ass,” he muttered.
This time, I cocked my head and pul ed out The Glare.
Maybe it was the third martini, maybe it was the second sip into the forth but I went al attitude.
“Mark my words, Eddie Chavez and don’t say I didn’t warn you. When this is al over you’l wonder what the hel you’re doing with me. I’m boring, boring, boring… b-o-r-i-n-g.” I was pretty pleased, considering I was seriously tipsy, that I could spel boring.
His head dipped low and came close to mine. “How bad do you need coffee in the morning?” he asked.
I blinked, not keeping up with the conversation.
“Why?”
“I’m thinkin’, in your condition, I might try and see how boring you are naked.”
Eek.
“I need coffee real y bad in the morning,” I told him.
He grinned.
“Right,” he said.
We got in the truck and Eddie pul ed out.
“What was with the look?” Eddie asked when we were headed out of Downtown.
“What look?” I tried innocence.
Of course, Eddie would have noticed Indy’s look.